The site is unfinished.
The newsletter is unedited.
The discord server doesn’t exist yet.
The art doesn’t exist, or is AI placeholders until I know what to do about it.
Everything is ugly and imperfect and woefully inadequate.
And I’m choosing to ship it anyway.
Learning to publish by publishing.
Trusting my future self to be able to iterate on what I’m gifting him, and forgive me the imperfections of my crude attempts.
There are big dreams, and no momentum towards them.
A common pattern, both for me and those who share my style of brain.
Multiple sources have confirmed: ADHD is a disorder of converting intentions into actions.
So I’m prepared to forgive a lot of imperfections for the simple fact of having taken any meaningful action at all.
I’ve begun, and mean to continue beginning, until I can begin to continue instead.
And face those challenges in their turn.